What have we left I wonder?

The years have quietly eroded
We'd forgotten how to communicate
The atmosphere of love over time
so swiftly began to dissipate

That once I considered so beautiful
now evokes no manner of pride
We now barely look at each other
instead retreated deep inside

So what have we left I wonder?
Perchance A kind of entropy
The fires of love long since dead
and lost for all eternity

The End

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